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they found me far too late, it was only a matter of hours before i burst - im full to the brim, absolutely bloated with an unending flow of juice, staining my clothes and pushing against my strained body for freedom
the bloating hurts, once a gradual flow over hours had turned into sudden bursts of juice every half-hour, squeezing me tighter against my room as the very blue liquid that bloats me rockets from my mouth and nose at every burst. even now my tears are changed, deep blue cries leaking from my eyes, and from my midsection a stream of juice escapes from my taught navel
the very walls that contain me, once my own room, now my grave. they buckle and crack under the pressure of my body expanding larger and larger, pushed to the absolute limit - whatever remains of my original body was suffocated under the blue fruity flesh that had become of my midsection, hands and feet useless to move, and swollen deep into my body, and my gaze fixed permanently forward, at risk of being snuffed out by my enormous cheeks.
the hazmats that came to try and rescue me stare blankly through their opaque visors, though i know that past that is an expression of disgust, of fear and of pity. they found me too late. far too late. through the churns and groans of my explosive physique i could hear their static chatter, about how in just a few hours my body will push past its limit and rupture, releasing a torrent of juice... all they can do is sample me in an attempt to create a cure from my juice, seal up my home, and leave me to succumb to this infection and pop, all alone.
and suddenly i swell again, rapidly growing, the cracks forming larger fissures, the pressure inside me building up... my cheeks bloat to outrageous sizes and juice flows from my face and hits the ground with wet slapping against the floor, thick spidery veins enriched with juice crawl across my body, my rubbery skin forming small breaches as juice sprays from them... no...
why did i deserve this? why? i don't want to pop..! it's... it's not fair..! i don't want to explode!! someone save me!! someone, anyone please!! help..! help!! HELP M-
im fine btw ;)
the bloating hurts, once a gradual flow over hours had turned into sudden bursts of juice every half-hour, squeezing me tighter against my room as the very blue liquid that bloats me rockets from my mouth and nose at every burst. even now my tears are changed, deep blue cries leaking from my eyes, and from my midsection a stream of juice escapes from my taught navel
the very walls that contain me, once my own room, now my grave. they buckle and crack under the pressure of my body expanding larger and larger, pushed to the absolute limit - whatever remains of my original body was suffocated under the blue fruity flesh that had become of my midsection, hands and feet useless to move, and swollen deep into my body, and my gaze fixed permanently forward, at risk of being snuffed out by my enormous cheeks.
the hazmats that came to try and rescue me stare blankly through their opaque visors, though i know that past that is an expression of disgust, of fear and of pity. they found me too late. far too late. through the churns and groans of my explosive physique i could hear their static chatter, about how in just a few hours my body will push past its limit and rupture, releasing a torrent of juice... all they can do is sample me in an attempt to create a cure from my juice, seal up my home, and leave me to succumb to this infection and pop, all alone.
and suddenly i swell again, rapidly growing, the cracks forming larger fissures, the pressure inside me building up... my cheeks bloat to outrageous sizes and juice flows from my face and hits the ground with wet slapping against the floor, thick spidery veins enriched with juice crawl across my body, my rubbery skin forming small breaches as juice sprays from them... no...
why did i deserve this? why? i don't want to pop..! it's... it's not fair..! i don't want to explode!! someone save me!! someone, anyone please!! help..! help!! HELP M-
im fine btw ;)
Category Artwork (Digital) / Inflation
Species Alien (Other)
Size 2000 x 2000px
File Size 1.79 MB
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